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**** me, you just went though 500g of pasta, like a shark might                  **** off a piece of meat on a bone... if what you juct cooked wasn't tasty, i don't know what could, or ever will be.* and it was a spontaneous recipe,         i could feel the sharks swarming, and the stomach grunting...   some meat, pref. bbq sausage & chicken... sun-dried tomatoes in olive oil, garlic paste,                  spring onions               honey,                     paprika,                  turmeric,                   peshwari chilli powder... (or just mild)...                    crème fraîche...         and some parsley to garnish...         pasta wise?    not spaghetti...                 the bow-ties... farfalle...                     i swear i must have missed something... ah!        zest of a lemon, and lemon juice                                to combat the honey. it couldn't have been that bad, thought up in a matter of seconds,     and half a kilogram of pasta eaten in under half an hour...                    couldn't have been that bad; maybe that's why i was so good at organic chemistry...        translated, appropriately into                            a culinary environment.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
farfalle spontaneity
**** me, you just went though 500g of pasta, like a shark might                  **** off a piece of meat on a bone... if what you juct cooked wasn't tasty, i don't know what could, or ever will be.* and it was a spontaneous recipe,         i could feel the sharks swarming, and the stomach grunting...   some meat, pref. bbq sausage & chicken... sun-dried tomatoes in olive oil, garlic paste,                  spring onions               honey,                     paprika,                  turmeric,                   peshwari chilli powder... (or just mild)...                    crème fraîche...         and some parsley to garnish...         pasta wise?    not spaghetti...                 the bow-ties... farfalle...                     i swear i must have missed something... ah!        zest of a lemon, and lemon juice                                to combat the honey. it couldn't have been that bad, thought up in a matter of seconds,     and half a kilogram of pasta eaten in under half an hour...                    couldn't have been that bad; maybe that's why i was so good at organic chemistry...        translated, appropriately into                            a culinary environment.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
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